I had hoped she might be more vocal, but it was fun and I reminded myself to be grateful for the week I was having. She did the thing of looking under...her body again as she felt my finish."You like your doggy position, don't you?" she said."It's only twice," I said, truthfully enough.We laughed. I think we both instinctively felt the position kind of symbolized the erotic, non-love but high-lust and good-fun nature of our little 4-day fling. It was appropriate, it was good, it was liberating: I. "Anyway," he perked up, "you can feel free to go skinny-dipping any time you like. You and Roger have the whole resort for the whole week, and there won't be anybody around to see you." You're here," she said, as if she were examining his comment literally."Alas, you are right. OK, how about this. You tell me when you're going to go down to the beach to exercise that ankle, and I'll make sure I know where my binoculars are." He grinned. "That seems fair." You own a nude beach, silly," she. Najma told me her story of living alone and her betrayal in love. I consoled her and came close to her. She put her head on my shoulders. After a few minutes, she wiped her tears and hugged me.I was clueless and didn’t know what to do next. Najma grabbed my hand and took me to her bedroom! She pushed me on the bed and sat on my legs. She then lay over me and started to kiss. I quickly responded to her kiss.We stayed in that position for about ten minutes. By that time, my penis was rock. "Have a dick?" she offered after an awkward silence. "Yeah, that's whyit's called Dickies."I processed that information as I took a sip of my second beer but Ialmost choked in surprise as a sweet creamy liquid hit my tongue.Turning the bottle around I saw the label, 'Dickie's milk.' It readbelow the bar's logo. 'A creamy smooth pina colada.' "Not quite what Iwas expecting," I coughed.Camille reached out and wrapped her hand around mine, raising the bottleback to my mouth. I went to take a.